Ethical non-monogamy Stories

“I need to talk to you about something.” My wife leaned forward intently. The candlelight from our dinner table cast a soft, intimate glow on her beautiful face. After twenty-three years, I found her as alluring as the day we met. Five-nine, jet-black hair, and smoldering dark green eyes. Pale skin, gentle turned-up nose. Light makeup only; no enhancements really needed, except for bright red lipstick when her mood turned...

The afternoon sun was a warm, golden blanket on Shelly’s secluded deck. Rob and Matt had decided to go golfing with some buddies while Ryan dragged Emma home to recover. Hope stretched like a contented cat in her lounger, the pleasant ache in her muscles a constant, thrilling reminder of the night before. The ice in her glass of rosé clinked softly as she took a sip. Shelly passed her a cigarette she had lit for her, a wi...